Memories Of My Childhood On This Father’s Day

My brothers and I, while growing up, didn’t know it at the time,
Whether we were rich or poor, we just knew we were pretty content.
We knew we weren’t exactly upper class but we never took any back seat.
Because my Dad worked very long and hard to ensure that; but to a greater extent,
That our childhoods were the happiest growing up on that little house on 38^th street.

I wonder now, even in yesterday’s economy, the cost of raising four kids,
Including the best of private schools just so that we would grow up righteous and straight,
For that was the only way he saw that it should be, it must be conveyed.
One of the few things I recall well was that my brothers & me would await,
For him to come home from work to us so that we could all talk & most of all, play.

Truth be told, looking back on those days,
I still wonder how he did it.
He was totally unselfish and “everything for my kids”, he would say.
Either way, we grew up feeling most secure with him, I must admit.
For Dad was like our giant oak, protecting us from the world with his love everyday.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Thanks for all your sacrifices you made for us.
We all love you!  Con Mucho Carino, Mi Padre!

Robert Collazo, 6/19/10